Free Flesh 01 by Kylie Scott

sexual y arousing.”
    She snorted. “No. Not really.”
    “Probably for the best.” His hand beckoned once more. “Come on, babe. Come lie down. You’re safe with me.”
    “I’m safe with you?” she scoffed. Ali climbed over to him and the mattress on hands and knees. Sick of not being able to see him properly, not being able to read him. He pushed al her buttons with ease and was pleased by the response, if his smile was anything to go by.
    “Are you serious? You’re the least safe person I’ve ever met,” she accused. “The very least.”
    “How so?”
    “Oh, come on! You’re always pushing for more. You scare the crap out of me.”
    “Everything scares the crap out of you. You face it down anyway. Try to run away afterward, sometimes, but still … You get what I mean.” He peered up at her. “Besides, you don’t look scared to me.”
    “It’s dark. You can’t see a thing.”
    “Babe,” he whispered, so low and gentle it hurt something inside her. She hadn’t done anything to deserve such care from him. She had been a prickly pain at each and every turn, walls up, guard on high alert. It made her feel like a fraud when he put himself out there.
    He was fearless. “Ali, I see you just fine.”
    His face was all shadows. But his voice was clear as day.
    All the reassurances a girl could ask for. There had to be a catch. But what if there wasn’t? What if everything he said was exactly how things could be and she was too rabbit-hearted to reach out and grab him?
    “Relax. Come and lie down. You can fight with me again tomorrow. I promise.” He closed his eyes, yawned, and made a show of settling in for the night. Sleep sounded real y good. She wanted to lie down beside him, rest her head on his shoulder and cut the shit for a while. To relax. Be calm. Get her head on straight and shore up her reserves for tomorrow.
    Maybe the plan would be easier to deal with in the morning.
    “I’m tired of fighting,” she admitted in a very little voice. It leant toward the pathetic.
    “Me too.”
    “Dan?”
    “Hmm?”
    “I’m sorry I’m such a pain in the ass.”
    “Me too.” His hand shot out to catch her wrist before she could connect. How he did it with his eyes closed, she didn’t know.
    Perhaps it was time to face the humbling truth: she was that predictable. “Sorry. Thank you for the apology. Can we sleep now?”
    She hesitated and he tugged at her wrist until she lay on the mattress beside him. He softly laughed at her. It did bad things to the parts she tried to shelve. If only she could will her pussy and hormones and the whole shebang out of existence. How simple would life be then?
    “Sleep, babe.”
    She made quick work of her boots and socks. The cool night air on her bare feet felt shivery, wondrous, and she scrunched and stretched her toes in appreciation. The little things in life made it bearable. Daniel wasn’t little. He took up a lot of room. Life, however, wouldn’t be easier minus her girl parts, which couldn’t get enough of him and his teasing. There would stil be scary shit lurking around each and every corner.
    Daniel shifted beside her. “Stop it. Go to sleep.”
    “I can’t.”
    He groaned. “Can too.”
    “Not.”
    “Ali. Stop. Sleep.” The sleeping bag shushed as he tossed and turned. Maybe she should ponder the stars without freaking out. It had to have been years since she had slept out of doors. On the bed of a boyfriend’s pick-up after a bonfire out in the bush – early twenties.
    Wow. Good times. Great sex. Then he’d moved away for work and that was that.
    He was probably dead now. She swal owed.
    Daniel executed another toss, turn and roll. He finally settled on his side, facing her, an arm arranged over her chest and one humungous leg thrown across the both of hers. Like he was pinning her down against a possible escape attempt.
    He looked half asleep, total y relaxed. His limbs had definite weight. She should have minded, but didn’t. It felt